Free Resurrection by Kevin Collins Page A

dead in a truck stop parking lot in Texas now did yak? Just give me the weapon and let’s talk.”
    Mark reluctantly handed Darrin his backup pistol.
    “Now then that’s better, everybody calm down for a minute. So you’ve got a truck full of guns, present circumstances aside what’s with all the weapons?”
    “I used to work in a gun shop and things went a little crazy so I loaded as many guns as I could and left; figured I might need them later on.”
    “You were right about that.”
    “I might sell a few if you’re in the market.”
    “We are always in need of weapons and ammo but we ain’t got any money, hadn’t really had a need for money lately, besides if we wanted your guns we’d just take them. Look we can’t just stand here wasting time, everybody this is Mark, Mark this is our resident English gentleman Nigel, and this is Eric, Pop Bottles, don’t know why he’s called that he won’t say, this here is Jorge and I’m Darrin. We may know of some folks who might be interested but we need to make certain that you can be trusted first; just in case.”
    “Why don’t you have him follow us to the gym and we’ll see what he’s got and then later you can contact Tom,” Nigel said.
    “It’s gonna get dark soon so we’ve got to get off the streets for a while,” Pop bottles said looking at his watch.
    “Mark we need to sort this all out but we can’t stay here and do that because the sun is gonna be down soon so if you can find it in yourself to trust us we’re going to a hideout for a few hours, that is unless you want to continue on your way alone,” Darrin said.
    Mark looked around at the group and then nodded in agreement.
     

 
    Chapter 17
     
     
    “Pull up in here,” Nigel said and after lowering the door on the garage the group walked to the gym. Once inside Pop Bottles put a chain around the door handles and attached a large padlock.
    Darrin folded himself into a chair in the middle of the basketball court and lit a cigarette. “Not supposed to smoke on school grounds but oh well I never liked that rule anyway, I never liked school for that matter” he said laughing.
    Nigel approached Mark and pushed him with the barrel of his rifle toward a chair. “Have seat old boy and lets us get acquainted shall we.”
    “Imagine our surprise when someone new arrives in town, usually only thieves and murderers come off the road but never in singles; they’re usually part of a group,” Darrin said offering Mark a cigarette.
    Mark waved his hand and leaned back in his chair. “Well it’s just me, me and I’m neither of those things you just mentioned.”
    Just then they heard the sound of Wasters at the doors.
    “And so it begins,” Nigel said.
    “No matter where we go they always manage to find us, they’re like bloodhounds,” Pop bottles said waving at the monsters through the glass.
    “I guess maybe our guest wasn’t alone after all, seems he brought some friends with him,” Nigel said chuckling.
    “Okay enough of the bullshit, who are you guys, I’ve told you a little about myself now I want to know you are and what you’re doing here?” Mark yelled his voice echoing through the cavernous gym.
    Darrin exhaled a cloud of smoke and flicked his ash in an empty can beside the chair.  “We live here, this is our home” he said.
    Nigel pushed Darrin with his elbow. “Don’t tell him anything we don’t know if we can trust him.”
    “You really want to sell some of those guns?” Darrin said.
    “Yeah or trade a few for some supplies,” Mark said.
    Darrin stood up and pulled Marks pistols from his waistband and gave them to him. “Maybe tomorrow we’ll meet some people we know and see about those guns but for now it’s time for us to earn our keep.”
    Darrin and the others spread out and covered the entrances to the building and Darrin indicated that Mark should follow him.
    “How many of those things have you killed Mark?”
    “I don’t know fifty or so if I had